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I’ve been sick for the past 36 hours (two weeks, actually), hence the lack of updates. But I sweated out my fever last night after housing a Brooklyn-style pizza and breadsticks from Dominos with Ms. CB (I think they inspired my body to void and purge itself of every foreign substance), and now I feel great. So while I get caught up, here’s a must-read story from Jeff Passan of Yahoo! about Roy Halladay being a legend

Beyond the tangible numbers, there was always an intangible undercurrent to the praise foisted on Halladay. Players on every team want to be known as the workout king, the guy who will lift until blood vessels pop in his eyes. Baseball frowns upon this. The silent leader is a baseball trope, and Halladay embodies it. Getting up in the middle of the night to work out before everyone else isn't an affront to everyone else. It's a challenge.

"The legend grew bigger than reality," Halladay said. "Anytime you do something different, a lot of attention gets put on it. I've always tried to work hard. I'm not trying to show anybody up or do something spectacular for attention. I want to get ready. Those things take on a life of their own."


Great stuff from Passan here.